Oh this body of mine... Sometimes it feels impossible to find the perfect level of body neutrality. One day I am feeling fine as hell and the next I wanna pull the sheets over my head and never be seen again. I am so fortunate to be here in this vessel that is constantly evolving and morphing and adapting for survival. I really just don’t understand how we fucked it all up soooo bad. How did we get here? How did we get to a place where the worst thing you could possibly is fat?! Truly, when did the size of our bodies determine our morals and worth? I’m tired of feeling like garbage when I know that I am an incredible, beautiful, strong, fierce, passionate and loving person. My size is the least interesting thing about me yet my brain can’t stop thinking about it. I know it has been a lifetime of conditioning but all I can think about is how much rounder my face is getting. Fighting off my own internalized fatphobia is a full time job. Make. It. Stop.